SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark -
Chapter 83: The Unyielding Choice
Chapter 83: The Unyielding Choice
The cold night air hung heavy in Morvane’s room, thick with tension. Shadows flickered ominously as Drevon leaned casually against the wall, his presence dark and foreboding.
Morvane stood between Meira and Drevon, his fists clenched, his body taut with defiance. "I will never kill you, Meira!" he shouted, his voice raw with conviction. "I will never kill an innocent being!"
Drevon’s eyes gleamed with amusement, his tone calm but insistent. "You’re being foolish, Morvane. This isn’t about morality. This is about survival — hers, yours, and the future of Baltalaha. You have the chance to claim power that could change everything."
Meira, though weak and trembling, raised her voice in defiance. "Morvane," she said, her voice breaking but determined, "I’m not going to hate you for this. If my death can give you the strength to protect others, then I will trust that you’ll use my power for the greater good."
Morvane’s heart clenched at her words. His jaw tightened as he shook his head vehemently. "No," he said, his voice steadier now. "You don’t get to decide that for me, Meira. I won’t stain my hands with your blood."
Drevon chuckled darkly. "Noble words," he sneered. "But nobility won’t protect those you love. It won’t stop the darkness coming for this land. Power will."
"I don’t care!" Morvane roared, his voice echoing through the room. "There has to be another way. I’ll find it, no matter what it takes."
The air was thick with emotion, Meira’s frail figure trembling as she gazed at him with tear-filled eyes. "Morvane... please," she whispered. "Don’t make this harder than it has to be."
"It’s not hard for me," Morvane said firmly. "Because I’ve already made my choice. I choose you — your life, not your death."
Drevon’s expression hardened, his amusement fading. "You’re a fool, Morvane," he said coldly. "And fools always pay the price."
Morvane stepped closer to Drevon, his eyes burning with unyielding resolve. "Then I’ll pay it gladly."
The two stood locked in a battle of wills, the room pulsing with an invisible energy. Meira’s breath hitched, tears threatening to fall as she watched the man who refused to give up on her.
Drevon’s eyes flickered with a strange, unreadable emotion. "We’ll see how long that resolve lasts," he said quietly before melting back into the shadows.
The oppressive weight lifted from the room, but the scars of the conversation lingered. Morvane exhaled sharply, turning to Meira.
"I’m not giving up on you," he said softly, his voice steady. "Not now, not ever."
Meira’s lips quivered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Why are you so stubborn?"
"Because you’re my friend," Morvane said simply. "And I protect my friends."
As the night stretched on, one thing was certain — Morvane’s resolve was unbreakable, and no shadow would change that.
Drevon cursed under his breath as he watched Meira’s frail form cough up more blood, her body growing weaker by the minute. The thin thread of time was slipping away faster than he had anticipated. He knew the end was near for her, but what concerned him more was that his plan was beginning to unravel.
"Damn it," he muttered, his hands curling into fists. "This is taking longer than I thought... and she’s growing weaker."
His dark eyes scanned the room, searching for a way to force Morvane’s hand. The boy’s reluctance was becoming a problem — a big one. Drevon’s lips twisted into a grimace as the only option left became painfully clear.
"I have no choice," he said through clenched teeth.
Without hesitation, Drevon slipped into the shadows, moving with supernatural speed until he reached Morvane. The man was still standing near Meira, but he didn’t have time to react before Drevon struck.
In a violent instant, Drevon’s presence flooded Morvane’s mind, the intrusion a suffocating force. Morvane gasped, his body stiffening as Drevon took control, pulling him beneath his will. Morvane’s eyes widened with shock, but it was too late to fight back. His limbs moved against his will as Drevon fully possessed him, his voice now cold and malicious.
"If you don’t do this, Morvane, then I’ll just possess you temporarily," Drevon’s voice echoed in his mind. "Your body will do what I want it to."
Morvane fought, tried to break free, but Drevon’s grip on him was too strong. The demonic force now fully inhabited him, forcing his hand to reach into his own cloak. He pulled out the dagger — a cruel instrument of death — and pointed it toward Meira.
Drevon smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Do you have any parting words, Meira?" he sneered, reveling in the twisted moment.
Meira didn’t flinch. Instead, a faint, almost sad smile spread across her lips. "It’s kind of comical, isn’t it?" she said softly. "An angel, trusting her power to a demon... an angel like me bestowing her power on a kid. That’s funny."
Drevon’s amusement faltered for a moment, but he was already too far gone to stop now. He raised the dagger high, ready to strike.
But before the blade could fall, a powerful force slammed into Drevon, sending him flying away from Meira. The dagger was knocked out of his hand, and his body slammed into the far wall with a resounding crash.
Medas stood in the doorway, his telekinetic powers radiating from him in a fierce wave. His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at the possessed Morvane.
"What’s happening?!" Medas shouted, his voice thunderous. "Why is Morvane trying to kill you, Meira?"
Meira’s eyes were distant, her smile tinged with acceptance. "Let him," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "Let them."
Medas’s heart clenched at the words. His mind raced, but there was no time to question Meira’s response. He stepped forward, his power still crackling in the air, his eyes locked on the possessed Morvane.
"I’ll stop you," Medas muttered, his voice low and threatening.
Drevon, still reeling from the telekinetic push, began to rise from the floor. His eyes flashed with malicious intent, but there was something else in his gaze — something that hinted at desperation.
"Damn," Drevon spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You should not stop me Medas."
The air in the room crackled with tension as Medas stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and confusion. His voice was thick with disbelief as he demanded an explanation.
"What’s happening?" he asked, his gaze locked on the still figure of Morvane.
For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the soft rasp of Meira’s labored breathing. Then, Morvane’s body stirred unnaturally, his mouth moving without his control. The voice that emerged was not his own, but Drevon’s.
"I possessed Morvane," Drevon’s voice rang out, chilling and cold. It dripped with malevolent intent.
Medas’s eyes narrowed as recognition flickered in his mind. "Drevon?" he asked, his voice hard with fury.
Drevon’s dark laugh echoed through the room, mocking the very air they breathed. "Yes, Medas," he replied, his tone smooth and taunting. "I need to kill Meira, and I already have her approval. This is the only way."
Medas’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of Drevon’s words sinking in. "What?" he whispered, disbelief spreading across his face. "What do you mean you have her approval?"
Drevon’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Meira understands the situation," he continued. "Her time is almost up. She knows that her power, the angel’s light, can be passed on to Morvane. With her power, he will be unstoppable."
Medas clenched his fists, his muscles tense with the urge to act. "No," he said firmly, his voice rising with authority. "There’s no way I’ll let you do that."
Drevon’s eyes flickered with amusement, though there was something darker lurking beneath. "You don’t understand, do you? With Meira’s power, Morvane could inherit the strength of an angel, become a being beyond mortal comprehension. He could save this land, with power unlike any other."
Medas shook his head, his thoughts racing. "You think you can manipulate us like this? You think Meira’s death will be some kind of solution?" His voice was sharp, every word cutting through the darkness.
Drevon’s eyes narrowed, the smile never leaving his face. "I’m offering you a chance, Medas. A chance to see Morvane rise to power, to wield the light of an angel. You want to protect your kingdom, don’t you? This is the way."
Medas’s chest tightened with frustration, his mind swirling with a thousand thoughts. He glanced at Meira, her body trembling as she stand on the side, her eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion.
He turned back to Drevon, his voice low but unwavering. "You’re wrong," he said, each word heavy with defiance. "This isn’t the way. Not with murder, not with manipulation. You’ll never control us."
Drevon’s expression darkened, his smirk faltering for the first time. "Then you’re a fool, Medas," he spat. "You’ll see. I will kill Meira, with or without your approval."
Medas took a step forward, his power flaring in the air around him. "Not while I still stand," he said.
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the promise of an imminent clash. Both men stood locked in a battle of wills, neither willing to give an inch.
Meira’s voice, though faint, finally cut through the standoff. "Stop," she whispered, her eyes lifting to meet both of their gazes. "I trust you both, but I also understand what’s at stake."
Medas and Drevon both turned to her, their expressions unreadable.
Meira’s voice was soft, but the weight of her words was undeniable. "I know what I’m asking. But Morvane... Morvane is the future. He will carry the light."
Drevon’s smile returned, though it was tinged with something darker now. "You see? She understands. It’s only a matter of time."
Medas clenched his jaw, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "We’re not letting you do anything you want, Drevon," he vowed.
Medas’s declaration echoed in the room, his voice full of unwavering resolve. "We’re not letting you win, Drevon."
But before he could prepare himself for the next move, something unexpected happened.
Meira, despite her weakening state, let out a sharp breath and, with a graceful yet desperate motion, her wings erupted from her back in a brilliant display of light. The once frail and fragile form of the angel now seemed to pulse with a newfound power, her wings shimmering like the very essence of the heavens themselves.
In a flash, she launched herself toward Morvane. The motion was so swift that neither Medas nor Drevon had a chance to react in time. Meira, with one final act of will, gripped a dagger in her hand. The blade gleamed as it was raised above her, and her eyes locked onto Morvane.
Medas stood frozen, shocked at the sudden turn of events. He hadn’t moved fast enough to stop her — he didn’t know what she was about to do, nor could he fathom why she was making this choice.
Drevon, however, smiled. The demon’s lips curled into a satisfied grin, as he observed the unfolding chaos.
But then, as quickly as it had started, the sensation of Drevon’s presence within Morvane’s body vanished. The eerie, chilling force that had overtaken Morvane was gone in an instant.
Morvane blinked, his senses suddenly clear again. He gasped, shaking his head as if trying to pull himself out of a nightmare. He was himself once more, his mind reeling from the dark possession he had just endured.
But what he saw next left him paralyzed in horror.
Meira, her wings stretched out in her final, valiant act, had closed the distance and stood before him, her body trembling. The dagger she held was buried deep in her chest, her blood staining her clothes and dripping onto the floor.
Her wings fluttered weakly as she coughed, her breath ragged. The smile she had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a look of deep, quiet peace.
Morvane’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. His voice caught in his throat. "Meira... no..." he whispered, his hand reaching out instinctively, as if he could undo the fatal blow.
But it was too late.
Drevon’s smirk is evident through the room, cold and triumphant. "Such a beautiful tragedy, isn’t it?" he taunted, watching the scene unfold. "Meira knew the truth. She knew that Morvane would be the one to carry the light, but at what cost? Her sacrifice will make him stronger. The light will pass to him, and Baltalaha will bow to his power."
Morvane staggered back, his chest tight with anguish as he stared at Meira’s fading form. The angel’s once brilliant wings now drooped, the light in her eyes dimming. Her lips trembled as she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I trust you, Morvane... Please... use my power... for good..."
With that final plea, her body went limp in his arms.
Medas, still frozen in disbelief, finally snapped out of his shock. He rushed to Morvane’s side, his face a mixture of rage and sorrow. "What have you done, Drevon?" he shouted, his voice thick with emotion.
But Drevon’s figure had already disappeared into the shadows, his cruel presence echoing into the silence left behind.
Morvane held Meira close, his mind spinning. Her death was a sacrifice, one that he hadn’t asked for, yet one that he could never undo. The weight of her trust, her final act, crushed him.
"Meira..." he whispered through gritted teeth. "I won’t let your death be in vain."
But as he looked down at her, her light flickering one last time before it was extinguished, the path before him became clear. Meira had given him her power, her trust, and her final wish. He would carry her light. He would protect the land she had fought for.
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